The child within, lit his own little candle
And set it at the center of the valley so large,
Brilliantly it beamed, and gloriously illuminated all about him;
That is until, all the others came rushing in
Lighting candles of their own,
Then his flickered in fear, slowly fading away...
blown asunder, by the crowds cold wind.
That feeling of being insignificant - know it so well. Great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this. Not only is it lyrical, but it speaks of our society as a whole- the way that so much is imposed on so many people that want nothing more than to be who they are.